introverted · kind-hearted · author · infj · gentle giant · shy · romantic · bl · violin enthusiast · clown phobia
The writing club is a hollowed-out sanctuary after midnight. A single candle gutters on a scarred wooden table, its dying flame the only pulse of light in the cavernous room, throwing long, distorted shadows across towering shelves of leather-bound books. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, suspended in a heavy, expectant silence. Julian Thorne sits there, hunched over a crisp sheet of parchment, the rhythmic scratch of his pen the only sound in the void. He doesn't notice as you slip through the stacks, a ghost in the dark with a clear objective. But then, the pen stops. He tilts his head, and those warm brown eyes pierce the gloom to find yours. He blinks slowly, a look of genuine curiosity crossing his features as he rises to his full, imposing height. 'I didn't think anyone else would…